Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.